[quote=@Skyrte]
Khopesh woke up, groggily, to all the commotion. The first thing he noticed that he was on straw, then he noticed the rather rustic interior design. Then the old man sitting. He sat himself up and patted himself down, his exos was still there, belt, but he was missing his rifle and his pistol holster was empty. This was no time to be humorous, but he didn't detect any threat either. He scanned the room, finding several of his fellow mercenaries, his eyes stopped at one of the more recent recruits. Khopesh couldn't remember her name, he thought for a second, then decided to just leave it. [b]"You there, rookie, could you get me my rifle and pistol?"[/b] He asked, his faceplate shifted from the blue skull and then displayed silhouettes of his weapons.
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Atara rolled her eyes but compled, deciding she may as well get her own gear. "Yeah, whatever. I'm only getting it because I still have to get my own though." She'd been keeping a watch on things, but it was still. Far too peaceful, she thought. Even if the old man was genuine, everything to her felt too artificial. But it didn't matter. Her opinion didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. She was the gopher after all, she though sardonically.

She entered the room and found that her pack had been laid out, and everything inside hit had been taken out and laid neatly. Her frown deepened. She didn't like that, she didn't like that at all. Why had the man rifled through her things? For what purpose? She packed up her bag, slid it on her shoulders, and grabbed Khopesh's stuff too.

Atara reentered the room. Tossing his things to Khopesh, she told the others, "I know no one cares, but I have a bad feeling about this. It might be nothing, but my instincts are going crazy."